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Chance couldn't help it that Destiny's palm on his face felt nice. She had such soft skin against the roughness of his five o'clock shadow. The softness of her touch conflicted with the harsh fire in her stare... a stare that showed determination... the same determination that gave her the courage to move on through this tragic time in her life.

Chance reaches up to take her hand in his, lowering it a little and running his finger over her knuckles. It felt good.... holding her hand. She wasn't just a client that needed babysat. She was a woman... a woman who needed care, affection and love.

"I'm sorry." He drops his eyes and sets her hand down on the railing, giving it a slight pat. His answer was no.

Staring out into the yard again, Chance could kick himself. At the very least, here he was, alone with a woman who wanted his attention, and it could very well end the day he left after he was relieved of his duty here. It wasn't like she was asking him to marry her. Good grief, who would turn her down? He had the opportunity to live a little here, and he was throwing it away because why? He figured he'd hurt her? Apparently she was quite prepared for that. And if she wanted to take that risk, it was on her head, right? Never had he felt so conflicted and confused about the direction in his life. For the first time, he felt like he might get trapped in one of his own snares. And why? Because of a woman? Did he really care for her that much?

Spinning back around, Chance takes both hands and places them on either side of Destiny's face, staring her square in the eye. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Leaning down, he cocks his head and takes one step closer, letting his lips press against hers in a kiss that mirrored the passion he'd let show earlier in the day.